The Girls who were Secretly Terrifying!

"Are you sure you don't want the job?" The voice on the phone asked sweetly. Eighteen-year-old Max Culton, the richest of the world, sighed and answered with great annoyance.

"I already said no!" He retorted, and once he heard the sickeningly sweet voice speak again, he shut off his phone and tiredly flopped onto his mega-large couch that was too soft to imagine. "Why do I have to be the richest…" He said to himself, and stared over at the luxe kitchen that was pristine, large, and clean.

In a few minutes after staring with boredom at the wall, Max decided to go outside for a walk, since he had nothing to do, really. Yes, it was quite strange that he had no idea what to do; after all, he had billions and trillions of dollars; he could do anything he liked.

After at least five minutes of getting to front door, (the house was a maze) Max opened it and walked outside, breathing in the cool air. It was around Fall time, and the leaves were slowly turning orange and red. Leaves covered his pristine-white Lamborghini. It wad also a well cloudy day, with the sun covered and grayness reflecting on the ground.

Max looked around. His house was secluded, but it didn't take long to reach a nearby neighborhood. He quickly walked down the road that he usually would drive his car down and opened the large, intricate gate with keys he kept in his pocket of his 400$ coat.

Since Max took walks on a daily basis, he knew what would happen next. People would come up to him and either fangirl or interview him. It was annoying, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. He could live through it.

As to his predictions, two woman in pink t-shirts and short denim shorts ran over to him excitedly. The girl on the right had dark brown skin with beaded hair; the girl on the left had pale skin and ruby-red hair that reached her neck.

"You must be Max Culton! Awesome to meet ya, can we get an autograph? Ahh! I'm your number one fan!" The girl with the beaded hair gushed. Max laughed uncomfortably, not wanting to associate with anybody at the moment, but knowing he had to be kind to his fans. However, before he could reply, the redhead girl scoffed.

"I'm the number-one fan! How dare you!" She then turned her personality upside down and smiled sweetly at Max. "So sorry about her, can you get an autograph from me? Just me?" She pleaded, and almost gave him puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm sorry, you two, but I don't have any thing to write on! Or write with!" Max exclaimed, hoping they would now leave them alone. However, this left the girls fuming.

"We have paper, and a pen!" The beaded girl said with a smile. She shuffled in the purse she was carrying and brought out a small paper with a pen connected to it. "Here, write it, please! With your initials!!" She smiled again, and handed over the paper.

"Uh, sorry—I—" Max tried to fumble for words; his true purpose was just to leave.

"You better! Or we'll break into your house!" The redhead warned, and Max shuddered. He gave in, hoping they were just lying about that last part—and wrote on the paper.

Please leave me alone. —Max Culton

He handed over the paper and left to turn around as the girls read it. He tried to get out if there as quickly as possible—this was, by far, the weirdest encounter he had ever had with a fan. As he parted away from the strangers, he felt a sharp tap on his back. Max turned around to find the two girls frowning at him, angry.

"We want a new autograph. If you don't—we will fulfill our threat. Don't take us as a joke, Max," The redhead seethed. The creepiest thing to Max was that she had actually called him his real name—it was just weird. It had never happened before.

"I'm sorry. I have to go." Max gulped and ran, not bothering that the two girls had seemed deadly serious about their 'threat.' He ran for his life. Luckily, of course, his house was very close and he could make it in there easy. He fumbled for his pocket keys and opened the gate, rushing inside and making it into his house safely.

He tapped on his phone while sitting with his back against the door, having the intention of calling his best friend, Angelia Demolio. He wanted to tell her about every single thing that had happened in this morning.

Max typed in her phone number and called. In just a few seconds, Angelia answered the call, her fluffy black hair being the first thing on the camera. She then looked straight at Max through the screen and spoke.

"Everythin' alright, Max?" She spoke with a concerned tone. Her eyes scanned Max's appearance, making sure he wasn't hurt physically in any way. "Max?"

Max sighed. "I was walking as usual, you know, outside of my house and all…" Angelia nodded, as if showing she was following along and listening. Max continued. "There were these creepy girls—"

When Max said this, Angelia's dark face paled. "Max! What have I told you about—"

"Just listen, Lia. Anyways, the two girls looked perfectly fine at first, two fangirls. They asked me for an autograph. I told them that I didn't have a paper or a pen—they had one, right? So I wrote on the paper, 'please leave me alone', with my initials on it—" As Max was about to finish, Angelia blurted out again.

"Nope! Never right that on an autograph paper, never do," Angelia huffed, and Max sighed, just wanting to get on with the story.

"Angelia, let me finish!" Max complained, and Angelia nodded. "Alright. I turned around to walk the separate way, but then it turns out they had followed me. They threatened to break into my house if I didn't change my autograph. I was so scared that I ran away…and yeah. Now I'm scared half to death!" Angelia groaned.

"Alright, I think they're ridiculous. I think you're fine. Just be careful, okay, Max? I'm—I'm worried for you all the time. Don't be gettin' into all this stuff—just be careful, okay?" Angelia smiled lightly and Max nodded, and ended the call.

Ah yes, here's a piece of a life of a trillionare. What will happen to Max now? Will the girls actually fulfill their threat—or is it just a muse?